It's a Small World
Oct. 3rd, 2005 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morrigirlAugust Wilson
April 27, 1945 - October 2, 2005
R.I.P.
If you'd never written Ma Rainey's Balck Bottom I would have missed out on the ritual of watching my father get ready to go to the theater and do the show every night. I was 5. He would let me jump on the bed while he changed his shirt, put on deoderant and hummed to himself. When it was time for him to leave I'd sail off the bed and hug him goodnight. I was usually asleep by the time he got home. I knew daddy was doing a show but I was still too young to understand that when he left at night he was going to work, that doing your show was how he was supporting us.
April 27, 1945 - October 2, 2005
R.I.P.
If you'd never written Ma Rainey's Balck Bottom I would have missed out on the ritual of watching my father get ready to go to the theater and do the show every night. I was 5. He would let me jump on the bed while he changed his shirt, put on deoderant and hummed to himself. When it was time for him to leave I'd sail off the bed and hug him goodnight. I was usually asleep by the time he got home. I knew daddy was doing a show but I was still too young to understand that when he left at night he was going to work, that doing your show was how he was supporting us.
